A Kingdom Of Ruin Novels & Stories

Noticing his features going hard, she hastily interrupted his fuming thoughts, "Take it easy on her, Theo. She will come when she wants to. Don't force her." However, it was Theodore we were talking about. He wouldn't bat an eye on some one's opinion. He was the only Ruler in his kingdom. "What did I say about her, mother?" He questioned calmly, raising his brows at her. The glint in his eyes reflecting how serious he was. It wasn't like he was disrespectful to his mother. After years of hard training in military, Theodore couldn't soften his expressions even when he needed to. Power would naturally radiate off him.

"I wanted us to be free! I wanted us to go home!" "This *is* home, Kaima," Selene laughed, a sound like glass grinding on stone. She gestured to the ruins around us. "This is the world the Alphas built with their wars. This is the world the Council built with their greed. This is the world the Aethel-Group built with their logic. I am just the one who has come to rule the wreckage." --- ### The King of the Ruins

AURELIAN POV: “What you saw,” he said calmly as the invisible walls around us disappeared completely, “was what this kingdom looked like before they came.” The beautiful city was gone now. There were no glowing towers, no silver lights. Only ruin. It looked like a wasteland. Collapsed structures stretched endlessly beneath a dark sky while dust drifted through broken streets that looked abandoned for centuries. Massive cracks ran through entire buildings. Some parts of the kingdom looked melted. Others looked shattered.

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He said in a low voice, that made her grin like an idiot. "So bad." And he told, everything, holding nothing back, and she prayed it would be like this. Him and her, forever, come what may. °°°° ~After a fortnight~ "Men and women of Kingdom Brone! We are under siege! The Athànatoi are upon us! dark days draw near! Strong men of Kingdom Brone come forward and show your might, and fight for yours and mine, for all that was and will be, fight for Brone! May the creator Help us all!"

I asked, remembering the story I was told about the Fae that blessed the Alastians with their kingdom, but I had no idea it was because of war. "Yes, the war of the Fae, to put simply, was a time of grave famine crossing all of the kingdoms across Azara. The humans all came to be healed but soon our magic was wearing out and we have nothing left to give, they took that as selfishness and destroyed our homes and killed many of us. The magic users came to help but they failed as mass hysteria rose throughout our own Kingdom we had no choice but to surrender." As she spoke I could feel the anxiety and depression they must have felt all those centuries ago. "Okay, I understand that but how did t

“They’re useful for things like... math.” “Math is boring without a little chaos, Ethan. That’s your problem. You want everything to be a perfect 90-degree angle. But the world doesn't work in 90-degree angles. It curves. It breaks. It leans.” Liam leaned forward then, resting his elbows on the table. The space between them vanished. “You’re the structure,” Liam whispered, his voice cutting through the roar of the bar. “And I’m the light. You can build the strongest walls in the world, but without the light, it’s just a tomb.”

A mixture of spice and sanderwood, an alluring combination. The was tension building like a thick fog. The warning alarms turned into full blown sirens, and a knot tightened in my stomach. A ghost of a smirk graced his features but it didn’t last long and soon he was back to his emotionless mask. “Well Miss Hart let's begin.” He stepped back, circling the desk back to his previous spot and just as if the spell was broken, I could finally breathe again. Reaching for her tablet she pulled up the research schematics for the project. “Dominion mansion has an ambitious remodeling theme but I assume you didn't hire me for aesthetics?” I directed my question at him, fingers typing away on the table

The replacement thus seemed unreasonable. "Ugh, I won't let him get away with this!" Natasha gritted her teeth. "Don't worry about it. Let Lydia play. Her films are all trash!" Lydia had too many scandals. She was definitely digging her own grave without me lifting a finger. Furthermore, some people even took the opportunity to sling more mud. The entertainment industry was filled with competition for resources. I was sorry about the IP; Allen ruined it. I did not mind at all, but they had clearly triggered me.

He caught that moan in his mouth and devoured it, punishing me for giving it to him. I wanted more. I wanted everything. I wanted him inside me on the cold rooftop where the world could hear, could see, could know exactly what ruin looked like. And he gave me enough to believe he might: a rough thrust of his hips, a hot scrape of his teeth. Enough to taste what ruin might feel like. The city’s noise went thin around us, like the world had taken off its earrings for a fight and was waiting to see if we would start it. And then—